Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.